At Chen Baohua's home.
Staring at the television, Chen Baohua could not help blurting out, "Holy shit."
It was not until his wife smacked his arm that he realized his daughter was there too. He immediately coughed heavily and quickly changed the subject.
"That kid... he's something else. He even gave up a position as high as chairman of IMCRC."
Although Lu Zhou had done similar things before, Chen Baohua was—
"Let him resign if he wants to. It'll be good for him to relax a little," Chen Yushan said sympathetically as she looked at the figure on the television. "He'd been shut away doing research for so long. When he came out, he'd lost so much weight."
Unable to resist taking a sip of water to dilute the sourness in his stomach, Chen Baohua put on a serious expression and continued.
"The chairman of IMCRC could be considered the top figure in the domestic Physics community, right? And it's an organization that deals with the world, with diplomatic functions too... Damn, guy! If we're talking rank, wouldn't that be at least vice-ministerial? He just quit?"
At the thought, Chen Baohua felt the acid in his stomach rising again.
He had spent half his life in the system, yet he had only managed to become a middling little official, and in a department as out-of-the-way as the Protocol Department.
That kid was only thirty, yet he had climbed to such a lofty position—and he had resigned just because he felt like it. It made Chen Baohua feel as though he had wasted half his life.
"He's a real scholar, not a bureaucrat obsessed with official rank like you," Chen Yushan said with a roll of her eyes and a huff. "Who cares whether it's vice-ministerial or not? As long as